Claude Chabrol, 2000
This ain't so bad; even pretty good, when it stays as simple as possible.
The two negative things about this are pretty simple; the script is very poor, and about a quarter of it could be happily cut. It would be tough to say any Chabrol script has really struck us. Secondly, their are some terrible plot holes, which can occassionally make parts fall into rather irrelevant stupidity. This is not at all necessary; the great thrillers, and we're thinking of classic Hollywood here, have a much faster pace, with way more twists, and avoid obvious plotholes.
The good bits here are some nice classical music (damning with faint praise), a refreshing low key style from a newish cast which enables some nice psychological work. Further, there is a little bit of mystery, and one of those switches to madness, revealed that are Chabrol's mark. Also the usual evocation of a location, a bourgeois one, from banal perfection into a kind of airtight home of madness.
These aren't extravagant praises; there is a sense of clutching at straws. This film is pretty watchable.
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